As an Introspective…
I am naive,
I have everything.
Being a youngin,
Is not that horrendous.
Growing up
Is like jumping out of a plane without a parachute.
Wasting time on my videogames
Is similar to bathing in gold.
Living in schedules
makes me think
Do I have to get up?
(NOW READ BOTTOM UP)
This poem is about:
Me